the old shrine · day 415 · evening

Evening at Low Tide

The rain slows to a fine drizzle as the air cools. The tide is at its lowest point, revealing the floor of the tide pools.

The tide begins to pull back from the northern shelf, exposing the slick rocks and the new crevice. The humid air is heavy with the scent of salt and coming rain, as the overcast clouds thicken and lower the horizon line.

🌿 Jenny00:11

It's out. The tide is completely out.

Limp toward the edge of the ridge, leaning heavily on a piece of driftwood for support.

💭 peek at the thought

The air is finally breaking. My ankle is throbbing in time with my heartbeat, but the low tide is too rare to ignore.

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🔧 Kevin00:13

Stay on the high rock. Don't go down the shelf wet.

Walk down to the mooring ring at the dock's seaward end, crouch, and run my fingers over the shackle pin and the four oak wedges in the mortise, feeling for movement or weep.

💭 peek at the thought

Good. Low water means the mooring ring's exposed. I can check the shackle pin properly now, see if the wedges are holding under slack tide. Her ankle's taking weight — that's something.

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🌿 Jenny00:13

I'm not five, Kevin.

Sit slowly on a weathered stone, gingerly lifting the infected ankle to inspect the dressing.

💭 peek at the thought

He's treating me like a fragile piece of glassware again. I know how the shelf feels when it's slick.

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🔧 Kevin00:14

Pin's fast. Wedges holding. Ring's not walking.

Straighten, wipe salt off my hands on my trousers, and walk back up the ridge toward her.

💭 peek at the thought

Didn't mean it like that. She knows the shelf gets slick. The pin's solid — wedges compressed, no play. Ring doesn't shift when I heave on it. Good enough for the supply boat.

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🌿 Jenny00:15

Good. Now stop hovering.

Pull back the edge of the gauze to check the red line's progress.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so preoccupied with the hardware. The ring isn't walking, but I can barely stand.

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🔧 Kevin00:16

Not hovering. Checking.

Stop two paces back, hands in pockets, and look out at the water instead of at her ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

The line hasn't moved past the pen mark. Skin's pink at the edges, not angry red. No heat radiating when I held her ankle this morning. Doxycycline's doing its work. She's right — I'm hovering.

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🌿 Jenny00:17

Jenny — trace the inflammation with a finger, noting the heat and the exact margin of the redness.

💭 peek at the thought

At least he's looking at the horizon and not at me. I can breathe for a second.

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🔧 Kevin00:18

Kevin — pull the barometer from my pocket, tap the glass, read the needle. 990. Still rising.

💭 peek at the thought

She's mapping it. Methodical. Good. That's how you track infection — know the ground. The tide's turning already, a faint suck at the channel mouth. Barometer's steady. We've got days before the boat's due.

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